Chapter 132: The Momentum of a Tiger Roaring Through the Mountains!

Yang Ling took a deep breath, and with a thought, he allocated all 23 Free Attribute Points to Agility.

With this, his base Agility reached 53 points!

This Huikong's Gecko Climbing Wall Technique was far too flexible, much more agile than the Ethereal Steps.

To avoid being severely injured by a single sweep from his opponent, he had to push his Agility to an even higher level!

"Next, I'll just challenge Arhat Temple directly, fight my way to Huikong, and claim the Vajra Bodhi!"

With that thought, Yang Ling walked slowly into the arena.

Without giving his opponent a chance to react, he suddenly turned into a gust of wind and vanished from his spot.

The opponent already knew that Yang Ling specialized in movement techniques and legwork.

But even with that mental preparation, when the actual fight began, he still found that his own speed was utterly outclassed.

He could only defend continuously, enduring dozens of kicks.

By the time he reacted, he was already flying out of the arena, his face swollen and bruised!

In just a dozen or so breaths, the match was over.

The various Seventh-Rank participants who had advanced to the second round all showed a trace of wariness in their eyes.

"This Yang Ling's speed is truly too fast."

"To fight him, we must find a way to suppress his speed and not let him take the initiative!"

Lin Caiyi, Zhang Shendao, Jiang Tian'ai, and Li Shou, the four players, were also secretly astonished.

"So this is the caliber of the number one on the Divine Realm Level Ranking... truly terrifying..."

On the Ironclad Department's side, Lu Yunchen and the other Directors were all smiling.

Regardless of how things played out, Yang Ling's performance had already salvaged some face for the Ironclad Department.

The Fourth Prince also lightly clapped his hands, looking at Yang Ling with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Yun Ruo nodded slowly, a look of relief flashing in her eyes.

The Seventh-Rank prodigies like Li Huaiyi exchanged glances; some looked excited, while others remained expressionless.

Huikong suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at Yang Ling, then closed them again to regulate his breathing, ignoring him entirely.

Arhat Temple still had six disciples advancing to the second round, enough to deal with this guy; there was no need for him to intervene.

He needed to conserve his energy for the upcoming prize battle!

Yang Ling looked toward the Arhat Temple side:

"What are you waiting for? I'm going to take your Arhat Temple's Vajra Bodhi next, so please, esteemed monks, step forward voluntarily."

"Presumptuous!"

An Arhat Temple disciple stepped out, only to fly back a few seconds later.

The smile on Master Jie Hai's face was barely holding steady.

This kid had taken out two of their second-round candidates in one go. How was Arhat Temple supposed to face the other three sects now!?

"Junior brothers, buy me some time. Let me finish regulating my energy!"

Huikong suddenly spoke.

An Arhat Temple disciple slowly nodded and stepped into the arena again.

This time, he employed a delaying tactic, trying to circle around the arena with Yang Ling.

The result? A few seconds later, he was sent flying again!

Three consecutive wins!

At this point, none of the Seventh-Rank experts from the various sects dared to underestimate this obscure Chief Constable from Green Mountain City!

Li Ruhai and his ilk furrowed their brows slightly, a flicker of hesitation passing through their eyes.

But they glanced at Huikong and chose not to intervene.

They didn't believe that this minor Chief Constable could take Arhat Temple's prize.

A few seconds later, another Arhat Temple disciple fell.

Then the next one, and the next.

Suddenly, the Arhat Temple disciples snapped back to reality, their expressions turning very strange.

By now, among their disciples who had advanced to the second round, only Huikong and Huishu remained!?

"Huishu is only Eighth-Rank... He can't hold this guy off for long."

Li Shou looked helpless at this point, walking slowly into the arena. He cupped his hands toward Yang Ling and said:

"Benefactor Yang, I am Huishu of Arhat Temple, my lay name is Li Shou."

He winked at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling: "I know. Are you going down on your own, or am I sending you?"

"It's better if you send me. If I go down on my own, Master Jie Hai will definitely gift me a few strokes of the disciplinary staff."

Li Shou said helplessly.

A few seconds later, Li Shou was unsurprisingly sent flying out of the arena.

Yang Ling didn't even see him use any kind of trump card; he probably couldn't be bothered.

"..."

"Arhat Temple... only has Huikong left."

"The Ironclad Department only has Yang Ling left. They were at a complete disadvantage, but now they've fought their way back."

"It seems the Ironclad Department's face has been thoroughly restored."

The crowd murmured to themselves.

In the pavilion, the Fourth Prince couldn't help but laugh:

"Chief Constable Yang's strength is truly impressive. In the future, the Ironclad Department should nurture more young talents like him. They are the future of our Zhao State."

Lu Yunchen smiled and cupped his hands: "The Fourth Prince speaks the absolute truth. When it comes to talent cultivation in this area, the Ironclad Department has never been stingy."

With that, he looked at Master Jie Hai:

"Master Jie Hai, did you bring the Vajra Bodhi with you this time?"

"Hmph, of course. But Chief Constable Yang may not be able to take it."

Master Jie Hai snorted coldly.

Huikong lightly exhaled a breath of turbid air, slowly stood up, and walked toward the arena.

"I thought that among you Ironclads, Director Yun Ruo was the most formidable, but it turns out your skills are even a bit stronger than hers."

"However, based on my observation, your stamina is lacking—that's your weakness."

As he spoke, he began circulating his energy throughout his body.

His attribute points skyrocketed!

Strength surged from 83 to 123!

Agility surged from 54 to 94!

And that wasn't the end. Huikong suddenly used the Gecko Climbing Wall Technique to dash toward Yang Ling.

Agility surged again from 94 to 118!

A faint red glow appeared on his arms, and he struck a palm toward Yang Ling.

Mighty Vajra Palm!

His Strength surged from 123 to 147!

Yang Ling smiled. In his eyes, his opponent's speed suddenly seemed to slow down a notch.

He went all out, and his attributes surged instantly.

The Ethereal Steps granted a 36-point Agility boost.

The Vajra Bright King Technique granted a 60-point Agility boost.

53 + 36 + 60!

At this moment, his Agility reached 149 points!

And it still wasn't over!

The Jiaogu Saber gave him another 10-point Agility boost!

The Tiger-Capturing Saber Technique gave him another 9-point Agility boost!

His Agility ceiling had reached an astonishing 168 points!

A full 50 points higher than Huikong!

Yang Ling easily dodged Huikong's attack, then turned around and relentlessly hacked at Huikong with the fierce Tiger-Capturing Saber Technique, driving him back!

Although his Strength was far inferior to Huikong's at this moment,

with the aid of his Agility, the power of his attacks was not to be underestimated.

Besides, he was using a saber technique, not legwork!

Huikong felt as if even breathing had become difficult.

His opponent's attacks were as fierce as a raging storm.

He had no time at all to think of a counter; he could only defend passively, instantly losing the initiative.

In just a flash, Huikong's body was covered in many saber wounds.

These wounds weren't deep. Yang Ling noticed that Huikong's flesh and skin had likely undergone some kind of tempering, giving him much higher defense than an ordinary person.

But unless his opponent had trained in some Golden Bell Shield technique,

this kind of defense against a weapon only delayed his demise.

In a dizzying blur of motion, Huikong had been knocked to the edge of the arena.

Yang Ling, however, was growing more and more excited. In his eyes, Huikong's movements were becoming increasingly slow.

This wasn't just due to his Agility advantage; it was also because his high Spirit stat of 60 points was gradually making his perception useful in battle!

Suddenly, Yang Ling seemed to hear the roar of a tiger echoing through the mountains.

He vaguely saw on his saber the phantom outline of a fierce tiger, as if it were about to pounce on his opponent!

Was this saber momentum?

In the blink of an eye, Huikong was completely sent flying by this strike!

If it hadn't been for the protective gear on his arms, his hands would likely have been lost!

"I've cultivated saber momentum?"

Yang Ling stopped in place, slowly savoring the feeling from just a moment ago.

The martial artists present fell into complete silence, a flicker of disbelief in their eyes.

A massacre! This Ironclad had actually massacred Huikong, a Seventh-Rank genius nurtured by a first-rate sect!